Broken // h.s.

Chapter Fourteen- Hurt

Chapter Fourteen- Hurt

(A/N) Evan Peters as crazy Jonathan bc he obvi fits the part.

I signed up for the Carlton's Teen Writers Project that Mrs.Hills recommended for me even though I am still not finished with my book or whatever.

I have until May 24th to hand it in which leaves me exactly two months and four days.

Harry returned to school and his face has less scratches and swells, but he still wears a patch of gauze above his right eyebrow. He barely even looks at me anymore and I'd be lying if I said I don't care.

Because sadly I do.

Ever since I've been forced to go into deeper detail about my experiences of being kidnapped for my story, the nightmares have become stronger and more vivid to the point where I can't even look at a guy for too long without his face distorting into Garrett's or Rey's. It's getting worse.

I hardly sleep and the bags under my eyes have become more defined and everyone is starting to notice.

My parents are arguing a lot more. Kyrie's parents don't want her hanging out with me anymore since a rumour has been flying around that I am a sociopath; whatever the hell that is.

Isan and Cara are officially an item. Zayn got arrested for drug possession, but was released with just probation. Garrett is still nowhere to be found; people are starting to think he fled to another country.

They think I'd be angry or sad that he didn't get the proper justice, but I don't care. At least he isn't near me.

I'm so depressed. I'm sad and sad people make other people sad and it makes me sad because that is not my intentions. I try my best to fake a smile, but it's so damn hard.

I have this strange desire to be anywhere but here; in this crappy, small town of Georgia. But I have to be strong. I have to be.

While eating breakfast with my parents on a Sunday, I realize my dad staring at me and I can tell he wants to vomit out some words, but just isn't. Maybe because my mom is here and it has something to do with me finding about the affair.

As soon as my mom leaves, I get up and place my plate in the sink. I can feel the tension in the air, but neither one of us is acknowledging it yet.

I go into the fridge slowly and pour myself some more orange juice and the only sound you can hear in the room is me gulping down the liquid.

"Lana, we need to talk." my dear, dear, father says. Ah, yes. This is indeed about the affair. I stay in place even when he motions for me to take a seat next to him. "I'm assuming you know about... the horrible mistake I made-"

"You cheated on mom." I'm not angry. Anger is waste of time anymore. I simply tired of all the lies.

"I did."

"Multiple times."

"Yes," he admits. "It's been a rough time for me and your mother lately. I wasn't thinking the first time I did it, but-"

"Do you have feelings for her?"

"Of course not."

"I heard the phone conversation."

His eyes widen. "Y-Yes I do a bit."

"Then go with her."

"What?"

"I said go with her." I repeat. "You don't have to stay because of me. Mom will move on I'm sure." I go to turn away.

"Lana, come back here." he demands and I do. "I love your mother and I love you. That is why I stay."